Flattery Is A Juggler, And No Kin

Half Our Days We Pass In The Shadow Of The Earth; And The Brother Of Death Exacteth A Third Part Of Our Lives.

The Service Of Love Is The Foolishest Act A Wise Man Commits In All His Life, Nor Is There Anything That Will More Deject His Cool'd Imagination, When He Shall Consider What An Odd And Unworthy Piece Of Folly He Hath Committed.

Circles And Right Lines Limit And Close All Bodies, And The Mortal Right-lined Circle Must Conclude And Shut Up All.

What Song The Syrens Sang, Or What Name Achilles Assumed When He Hid Himself Among Women, Though Puzzling Questions, Are Not Beyond All Conjecture.

The Discourses Of The Table Among True Loving Friends Are Held In Strict Silence.